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Sorrow took my hand as the room emptied. Figures shuffling away, shoulders slumped under the weight of what we’d learnt.

‘Clearly she’s got catastrophic plans… but to summon Vyrus?’ She shook her head. ‘To what end, Matthias? Why conquer the world just to watch it burn?’

She glanced over to where the Deviant had sat, grimacing to find the chair vacant.

‘Why would she want the heart then?’

She shrugged, ‘I-I can’t say. Maybe she wants to create a weapon or, I don’t know, summon Vyrus and marry the damned man⁠—’

‘God,’ I corrected. She narrowed her eyes. ‘It also means we’ll have to put off that wedding of ours. At least till we know if there’s going to be a world left.’

She worried her bottom lip. ‘Didn’t Raine say we had a whole turn of the sun?’

‘One day, Sorrow. You can’t organise a wedding in a day.’

She straightened, staring towards Skye. ‘No,’ she said. ‘I couldn’t. But I bet we could.’

Arching my brow, I cupped her face. ‘If you pull this off…’

‘I told you, not me, us.’ She kissed the tip of my nose before standing. ‘Skye? Asher?’

They turned, Asher still not meeting my gaze.

‘Remember that second wedding Matthias promised me?’

Skye’s mouth floundered as she looked between us. ‘A second wedding?’

I clutched Sorrow’s hand, kissed her knuckles. ‘You were there, Asher. I did promise Sorrow the chance to organise a second wedding. She proposed. We’re getting married.’

‘You’re already married,’ Skye said.

‘Yes, but Sorrow didn’t get much of a chance to, you know, decide if she actually wanted to. So we’re doing it again.’

‘Tonight,’ Sorrow said.

My head whipped in her direction. ‘Tonight?’

She nodded. ‘No time like the present.’

Tears shone in Skye’s eyes. Asher’s brow furrowed as he glanced around. ‘Did you not hear Raine? The empress… Vyrus… the end of the world?’

Raine tapped him on the arm. ‘We’ve lost Isbeth. This scrap of happiness will give everyone something to fight for.’

‘But tonight?’ Skye’s cheeks flushed as she signed. ‘How on Eusis will we get it ready?’

I took Skye’s hand. ‘There’s only one of us who carries Mother’s ability to organise a night to remember.’

Her throat worked as she looked down. ‘All right, Matthias. Let’s give you a night you’ll never forget!’

CHAPTER 31

SORROW

Who did Evella think she was? For he had created her. Ripped his heart from his chest and bore her into the universe. She was his and he’d not suffer the agony of her absence for another beat of his shattered heart.

​— ​THE HISTORIES AND PROPHECIES OF THE STAR-CROSSED GODS: CHRONICLES OF VYRUS

‘Pablo!’